What's on My Blackberry?

There was so much random and idiotic stuff in the photo folder on my beloved BlackBerry that I could only sigh and say, "WTH"?

But, there were a couple that made me giggle a little bit.

I have a recipe box exactly like this one. My dad bought it for me when I was in the 7th grade for my Home Economics class. I was so excited that he got such a spiffy one. I found this one in an antique store (holy cow) and immediately picked it up for my Bella.

No memory why I took this one of the Beatles print I put up in The Big Room. I like it though. The Beatles, not necessarily this shot of it. Heh!

Yeah, Calvin helping me make the bed. I know, I know, but he makes me laugh!

I took this shot of the inside of my fridge for another blog. Embarrassing what is and what isn't in there!

Pup's momma is on the right and Pup's auntie is on the left. We took them to dinner a week or so ago. His auntie remembers that her momma was a bootlegger! She was amazing to talk to and I want to see her again and get some of her stories on tape. Seriously amazing stories.

What it is! It's coming! It is!

This glass owl weighs about 10 pounds! I could use him for a weapon! I just may.

Yes, this guy came home with me to be the little brother to the other one I bought a while back. I should hang my head, but I hold it high with my owl love!

My BFF bought this. It is the cutest ugly frog I've ever laid eyes on.

Daisy!

What's been keeping y'all out of trouble this week?

If the Rain Comes

But they did come!

The Beatles Tribute group Rain

Last night at the lovely and historic Orpheum Theater in lovely and happening downtown Minneapolis.

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I was in the 3rd (or 4th?) grade on a Sunday night when my family turned on The Ed Sullivan Show as we did every Sunday night. I was sitting there in my jammies, about an inch from the television.

"Deborah, don't sit so close! You'll ruin your eyes." my momma admonished. I moved back another inch.

I did not remove my soon-to-be-ruined eyes for the entire hour of the show. I was telling my sister about this experience last night and I said, "I knew right then that my world was changing."

Sounds so dramatic! I just knew that we had never seen anything like what we were watching.

I vaguely heard my dad grumbling about their hair and sassy ways, but I did not pay any mind. I was falling love.

My heart was beating fast and I wanted to cry. They were so beautiful! They were so cute! They were so adorable.

I was in. In and blindly a follower.

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My sister called several weeks ago wanting me to go with her to see Rain when they came to Minneapolis. I said YES! She is nearly nine years younger than me, but because I was her big sister she was forced to listen to what I listened to and she developed a love for The Beatles that nearly overshadows mine.

So the two of us were the perfect pair to go to see the tribute band, Rain.

If you think I'm annoying, you should be with me when my sister is along. She's not annoying, but the two of us together are kinda loud and electric. We come from a long line of electric and loud people. Our people are loud!

That's okay. We were ready to get our Beatle on and the show was fabulous. We sang along, danced when the crowd stood up (I have to say that the Minneapolis crowd last night was rather stiff - lots of money in that room and I will make this observation - no joyous movement was to be seen).

There would be the lone dancer - standing and moving - only to quickly sit down. Very few heads were bobbing from our vantage point. In fact, the couple in front of me didn't move once. The Nordic folk are the stoic kind. I'm sure they were getting their grove on in their own way. At least I pray they were.

My sister and I had pre-gamed at my house a bit (white wine anyone?) and since Pup had lovingly volunteered to drive our arses to and from the venue we could have additional libations at The Orpheum. Which we did.

I switched it up to scotch and when the barkeep handed me a TUMBLER (shouldn't there be some rocks when one orders scotch and rocks??) of liquor my sister advised me to, "sip this, SIP THIS." I did the best I could.

I had big plans to get BlackBerry shots of us enjoying the show, but, of course, I got lost in the moments and never got them. Apparently my BlackBerry was too busy butt-dialing people in my contact list. Sorry my lovelies! One friend left a voice-mail saying how much they were enjoying the music on my message. {sheepish}

A splendid time is guaranteed for all!

Leave My Kitten Alone

Today is the 30th anniversary of John Lennon's death.

Now here is a sign of the new times - Yoko Ono tweeted about it. Yoko Ono - tweeted. A woman that once sat in a gallery and had people snip off pieces of her clothes as art. Those two actions, tweeting and snipping, do not belong together. I am nonplussed.

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On the homefront, here's what I saw out my office window yesterday!*

 

 

The house was a rockin'.

*A couple of commenters are confused and do not what's going on. I thought I had been talking about it incessantly, but apparently I'm more annoying in my head. :)

We are adding a den to our house and the process began in earnest yesterday! Very exciting around here.

Got to Get You Into My Life

Are the Beatles finally coming to iTunes?

Can it be? Let It Be? How can I love them as much as my tiny little self loved them that long ago night watching them on The Ed Sullivan Show? But I do. And I love them. I could make vague Beatles lyric references all day. Forgive me and my fuzzy head.

Still sick! This is a wanker of a virus. Hideous and horrible. I do not like being sick. And I sound like Barry White except not sexy. Well, if you thought Barry White was sexy. Which I don't. So, just imagine how I sound. Most of the time nothing comes out when I try to talk. Which is making Pup pretty damn happy let me tell you what!

So, while I'm croaking along sing this loud with me. Because the sun does always come.

The Day After

Christmas was lovely. I cooked (despite my lack of domestic skills of late), Pupcake fetched Momma Betty, the kidlets came, and we had the best time drinking wine, playing Super Mario Bros (sooooo much fun even if I SUCK!), listening to The Beatles (thanks Pupcake! The best present ever!), and watching movies all cozied up in our afghans and snuggies.

So, while attempting to make whipped cauliflower for us girly-types I had difficulties with my Cuisinart. No matter what I did it wouldn't whip my vegies into a frenzy. Couldn't get it to turn on! Am I losing my touch? ;)

So I moved the glop into a mixing bowl and whipped with beaters (this all sounds provocative - it wasn't) showering me and Momma Betty with a rain of cauliflower. Momma B was ducking at one point! That cruciferiously-stubborn mess never did whip into the lovely and light side dish I had imagined in my Martha Stewart-place. Not even close. Not even a block away. Not even with binoculars. Aaah, the joy of cooking. I'll stick to the other joy-of thank you, thank you very much.

So, I sit here in my office, listening to George snore away in his chair and Pupcake working away at his dual-monitor while I count my blessing and ignore the rest.

Merry Christmas everyone. Now it's on to the new year!

The Beatles

Ha! A lifetime of love is about to come to another generation I am so excited.

I have to have this. I have been singing Beatle's songs my whole life. I mean my whole life. I know all of them. I know everything Beatles. I mean come on - Paul was supposed to marry me! I remember figuring out that he was only 15-16 years older and why wouldn't he wait for a little girl from Minnesota? Right?

I wore black to school the day he married Linda. I was so dramatic. He is still lovely.